The Republic of Absolute communism33 is a colossal, orderly nation, remarkable for its keen interest in outer space, punitive income tax rates, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 6.178 billion Absolute communism33ians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The medium-sized, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Education. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 68.8%.

The frighteningly efficient Absolute communism33ian economy, worth a remarkable 1,263 trillion dollars a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is an enormous, deeply entrenched, fairly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Tourism, and Book Publishing. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is an amazing 204,476 dollars, with the richest citizens earning 5.9 times as much as the poorest.

There's sophisticated talk of revolution within the ever-expanding mining colonies, a faint smell of body odour can be detected at several miles' distance from the National Science Park, beating enemies to death with a baseball bat is legal if done within nine innings, and it is illegal to brush crumbs off your clothing outdoors. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Absolute communism33's national animal is the kangaroo, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Absolute communism33 is ranked 14,572^nd in the world and 765^th in Osiris for Largest Publishing Industry, scoring 10,491.09 on the Bella Potter Productivity e-Index.